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Though Maggie Redmond expects to get a wannabe jack o' lantern when she drives her twin brothers to The Pumpkin Patch, she actually winds up with more. Brendon Fletcher, handsome grandson of the owner, can't take his eyes off her. Naturally she's thrilled when he calls her later, asking if he can tag along while she takes the boys trick or treating. Can this be true love? Maybe...but only if they survive the plans a nefarious black cat has for them.

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Publié par	Uncial Press
Date de parution	14 octobre 2011
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781601741233
Langue	English

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The Problem With Pumpkins
A Halloween Novel Byte

By
Linda V. Palmer

Uncial Press Aloha, Oregon 2011

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and events described herein are productsof the author's imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Anyresemblance to actual events, locations, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirelycoincidental.
ISBN 13: 978-1-60174-123-3 ISBN 10: 1-60174-123-5
The Problem with Pumpkins Copyright © 2011 by LindaVarner Palmer
Cover design Copyright © 2011 by Judith B. Glad
All rights reserved. Except for use in review, the reproduction or utilization of this work inwhole or in part in any form by any electronic, mechanical or other means now known orhereafter invented, is forbidden without the written permission of the author or publisher.
Published by Uncial Press, an imprint of GCT, Inc.
Visit us at http://www.uncialpress.com
The Problem with Pumpkins
Another Halloween. Oh joy.
And on a Saturday night, which meant I got stuck yet again with taking mylittle brothers trick or treating. My mom, an ER doc, worked weekends at Johnsonville General,and my dad, the sheriff, would definitely be out and about, scouting the neighborhoods fortricksters.
So why did I hate Halloween? Because I adored my brothers and taking candy fromstrangers didn't make sense. So what if we knew everyone by name? Even the neighbors wetrusted could have deep dark secrets. Does the name Jeffrey Dahmer rattle your chain? I'd muchrather buy each of them ten dollars worth of candy at Wal-Mart. At least I'd be sure theywouldn't bite down on razorblades or be drugged senseless as they gobbled it down.
This year, Corey and Caden, both aged six, intended to dress up as miniature JackSparrows. That meant I had to cart twin pirates all over the neighborhood. Why oh why couldn'tthey be something more age appropriate like Spongebob or Jimmy Neutron or even Alvin? Butno. They had to impersonate a drunken sea captain.
And as usual the guys wanted a jack o'lantern. So Halloween morning I loaded theminto my Beetle and drove us to the Pumpkin Patch. An enterprising farmer in the next county hadopened it many years ago, providing folks the chance to pick a pumpkin right off the vine. Sincethen, a petting zoo, pony rides, and a concession stand had been added. The twins loved to gothere, and, to be honest, so did I.
Thanks to gorgeous weather and the fact that we'd waited until the last minute, theplace crawled with parents and their rowdy kids. Of course my two jokers picked out the biggestpumpkin in the patch, and indulgent me bought it for them. When I paid, the farmer motioned fora guy wearing patched overalls, a plaid flannel shirt, and a ratty straw hat to load it up for us. Ibarely gave him a glance.
My bad.
Because when he walked up with our ginormous pumpkin I did a double take.
Holy bucking broomsticks! He had eyes even bluer than my little brothers, somethingI hadn't believed possible. Could that hayseed get-up be nothing more than a costume? And did iteven matter if it wasn't?
Since I could so handle haystacks, scarecrows, and ee-i-ee-i-oh, I gave him mybrightest smile and thoughtlessly stuck out my right hand. "Hi. I'm Maggie Redmond. This isCaden, and this is Corey, my brothers."
The poor guy looked blankly at my stupid hand, which he couldn't possibly shake,then at me. "Where do you want this?"
Feeling like a total idiot, I walked to the front of the VW and opened the hatch forhim. He set the pumpkin inside and stepped back. I shut the lid.
When I turned, I bumped smack into his extended hand. I looked up in surprise.
He grinned. "Brendon Fletcher."
"Oh, um, nice to meet you." We shook on it, then just stared at each other, apparentlymutually dumbstruck, until Caden yanked hard on the hem of my tank top.
"Can we get a candy bar?"
Corey nodded eagerly. "And a soda?"
That got my attention. "No way," I told them, absently tugging my shirt back up somy bra wouldn't show. "You guys'll get all the junk food you can possibly handle tonight."
"Mom sells popcorn and apple cider, too." Brendon pointed to the concession stand."They're pretty healthy."
Mom? Was this his family's place? "Thanks." Why hadn't I seen this guy atschool? He looked about my age. "Do you go to Southside?" I attended Northside, which mightexplain things.
"This is Wade County."
"Oh, right. Duh." I'd forgotten about crossing the county line.
"And I--"
"Magpie! We're hungry." Cory reached for my shirt again.
I slapped his hand away and gave him the evil eye so he'd shut up. It worked, but hehad a twin.
"Come onnnn." Caden yanked on the back pocket of my jeans, never goodfor low rise waistlines. Thank goodness I'd worn a belt or they'd have landed around myknees.
Just then a guy walked up behind Brendon. "Bro, quit flirting with the customers andget busy. Some blue hair wants ten from the high patch."
I loved the sudden pink on Brendon's cheeks and the way he had to drag his gazefrom my belly button to his.

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